Hope Dead Lives Nevermore, No, Not In

Does The Road Wind Up-hill All The Way? Yes, To The Very End.

Who Has Seen The Wind? Neither You Nor I But When The Trees Bow Down Their Heads, The Wind Is Passing By.

Love Is Like A Rose, The Joy Of All The Earth.

In The Bleak Midwinter Frosty Wind Made Moan, Earth Stood Hard As Iron, Water Like A Stone; Snow Had Fallen, Snow On Snow, Snow On Snow, In The Bleak Midwinter, Long Ago.

What Is Pink? A Rose Is Pink By The Fountain's Brink.